Maria sighed. Every inch of her was covered in flour or powdered sugar or frosting or something. And she couldn't be surprised, honestly, having made a hundred different dishes and several dozen condiments like jams and jellies. "Have fun. I'm going to go take a shower and get some of the honey out of my hair." There had been a fiasco, the honey jar having fallen off of a shelf and spilled onto the top of her head and down her back.
She quickly showered, scrubbing her skin until it was crimson to get the honey off of her. Then she realized she'd not bothered to check for a change of clothes, but as soon as she thought it she noticed a neatly-folded tunic on the bed. Smiling, she held it up. Midnight blue with silver trim, with a silver rope belt to tie it. Sure, it was, oh... Two thousand years out of fashion. But it was comfortable, and rather beautiful, in a very roman-esque way.
She picked up the lyre that Thanatos had given her, strumming a few notes on it carefully. Straining her ears to hear and double-check that he wasn't back yet, for surely her singing would annoy him.
It had been... A long time. Since she'd had a chance to play. Since her sisters' death. Before that, actually. She'd played once in the mess hall at Camp Jupiter the previous summer, and practiced incessantly there. But Reyna wouldn't let her take a lyre home with her for the winter.
She sighed. Her fingers pulled on the strings, lightly, and she softly began to sing, about the founding of Rome, from somewhere in the middle of the Aeneid. She'd read it once for History class at Camp Jupiter, and she'd always wanted to try to set it to music. And it went easily, bending to her will. She smiled, utterly lost in the music.